Disclaimer: I don't own the musketeers (no matter how many wishing wells I visit) or any of the characters on the tv show, but Mirabelle and Melanie are my own creations.
Mirabelle
The pyre loomed over Mirabelle's head as she was dragged roughly towards it and tied alongside her parents. She grasped her mother's hand, desperate to stay near her until the end. She saw a man throw a burning stick onto the pyre, and smelt the thick smoke as it began to rise. She peered up sideways at her mother and saw her coughing violently. The man who threw the stick was leaving, he didn't look back. Couldn't bear to see the faces of the people he had condemned as the life left their eyes. Through the thick smoke she could barely make him out but she saw his uniform. A musketeer. Then the smoke overwhelmed her and darkness was everything.
Melanie
Melanie sat, staring at the fire. She wondered what the flames would look like from the inside, with the smoke burning your lungs and the flames burning your skin. She wondered if it would be quick, if her family would be able to feel their flesh char or if the smoke would take their consciousness first. She wondered if Mirabelle would understand what was happening, why they had to die. She wondered how the musketeers would feel, knowing they had murdered a 13 year old child and her innocent parents. She thought about anything to avoid to thought that was eating her from the inside. She had lived and they had died. And that was her fault.
She would have cried herself to sleep that night if she could have slept at all. In fact she stayed awake all night, too scared of the nightmares that would surely come with sleep. The knock at the door came suddenly. She jumped up and grabbed the nearest weapon to hand, a poker, and cautiously kicked open the door. The sight that met her was not to be expected. A boy stood in the doorway, holding the dead body of her twin sister. She screamed, whacking him wildly with the poker, trying to slam the door closed in his gloating face. Why had he come here? Did he want to taunt her for murdering her sister? She slammed the door hard but a powerful foot stopped it from closing.
"Calm" a soft voice whispered, surprisingly the soothing. Melanie found herself trusting it immediately. She paused and looked at him closer. He looked to be about 16, and handsome.
"Who are you?" she asked
"My name is Aramis" the boy said. "Your sister is alive. I'm sorry, I can't stay to explain. Just take her and run, leave Paris. You're not safe here."
Melanie nodded, Aramis passed Mirabelle to her and then he was gone. This time Melanie slammed the door hard and bolted it. She felt the gentle rise and fall of her sister's chest and knew that Aramis spoke the truth. She also knew that they had to leave. And they could never come back. Melanie had failed to protect her sister once. She had been given a second chance and she wasn't going to ruin it this time. She couldn't lose her sister again.
There we go... My first chapter. Thanks for reading :) , I'd really appreciate any reviews, especially since this is my first ever fanfic :) . This is just the first chapter so please bear with me, the next chapter will be with all the musketeers.